Marlene paused and wrung her hands. It was clear she was reliving the past as she told her story. Not wanted to interrupt, the others stayed silent.
“You know, when he said that, I think that’s when I snapped. He turned away from me to open the door, so I would leave, and I picked up the knife he always used to sharpen his charcoal pencils. I was just so mad. I swung wildly at his back, and before I knew it the knife was sticking out of his neck. I must have hit an artery, because there was so much blood. Before I knew it, he was gone. In his last breath, he called out for Edith. He never did love me,” her voice had escalated as she spoke, and her last words were a cry of anguish.
“I panicked and called Daddy. He sent me to my mother up in Philly and said he would take care of everything
